Guilty

Randy Newman · Good Old Boys [1990]

Yes, baby, I been drinkin'

And I know I shouldn't come by no more

But I found myself in trouble, darling

And I had nowhere else to go



I got some whisky from a bar

and I got some cocaine from a friend

and I just had to keep on movin', darling

Til I was back in your arms again



You know I'm guilty

Baby, I'm guilty

And I'll be guilty the rest of my life

How come I never do what I'm supposed to do?

Nothin' that I try to do ever turns out right



You know, how it is with me, baby

You know, I just can't stand myself

And it takes a whole lot of medicine, darlin'

For me to pretend that I'm somebody else